...when I feel extraordinarily privileged. I'm sitting out on my back deck, "working." It's one of those summer days that you wish would last all summer, I'm listenening to the Eroica (up next: Cecilia Bartoli singing Mozart arias) on my iPod. The garden is just starting to bloom, and I know that when I start to sweat a little, I can take three steps and I'm in the pool. Sometimes it's hard to prevent guilt from spoiling the feeling...
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Heh, life's hardly perfect yet. This being only June, you can't pause at the garden and pick a cherry tomato to dine on :). Although, a bottle of Cannonau should be possible, especially if you shop at that store in old Montreal.
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